Life Like a Child

Life like play-dough

squeezed and molded

hearts, tears, smiles, and smirks

what is this

are we just tacking on mass

just a conglomerate of our past?

letting those old shapes get hard and crusty

too difficult now to change

without breaking them to dust

to be swept away

that dust which was once held so close

shown to the world

like a child's picture

a thousand pieces of art

I have in my treasure box

some soft some hard

would you like to see them?

they're not that great, but they're really all I've got

maybe we could build something together

maybe not?

in any case, I'd love too see your collection

not just the ones on top

there's really not much else to do on this cold and rainy day

you can tell me about that sun

that one time

remember?

oh, you do!
well, let me see

you haven't seen a key around have you

because my box is locked

been like that for an age

hmmm, I guess I'll just have to remember

what happened on that sunny day.